Thursday, April 13, 2017

Under The Trance Of The Insects

But they did not could not understand
my language and theirs almost chemical
mechanical adjustments staring
dust sweat in the dim faulty overhead

mezzanine not the one I thought
the real one the true one
that traps you blind

Days hours heartwrenching minutes
before break and the welcome sight
Of the vending machine

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